Chapter 1272 Charmine, in Anthonyâs arms, sighed in awe. "So beautiful."
Anthony's gaze never wavered from her face. "Very beautiful indeed."
His voice was heavier than usual.
Charmine frowned. She turned to him and met his gloom-filled eyes. Pausing momentarily, she then asked, "Why do you look at me like this today?"
He was strange.
She treated Frank and made the man breakfast without Anthony getting angry. He even fed her caringly!
All that, and he looked at her in such a way...
"Anthony," said Charmine as she gazed at him. "Is everything okay?" "Yeah." Anthony looked away and watched the rising sun.
Momentarily silent, he then turned to her solemnly as he called out with an equally serious, "Charmine." "Hmm?" Charmine looked at him.
He pursed his lips and asked, "If I fall paralyzed one day, will you-â "What nonsense are you talking about?!" Charmine reached out her hand to cover his mouth. "Don't speak of nonsense!"
Even the thought of it made her breathless.
Anthony frowned. "Donât you dislike stingy men? Don't you like powerful men who are good enough for you?"
If he was paralyzed, would she still like him?
Mentioning this, Charmine frowned. "Can we talk about something else?"
She already apologized to him yesterday.
Anthony reached out to ruffle her hair and did not press on the matter further.
Charmine fell silent and did not dwell on it either as she asked, "Have you contacted Williamâs mother? What did she say?"
Anthony's gaze looked complicated. He looked away. "We're still discussing it. She needs time to think."
Charmine nodded. "When she agrees, weâll think of a way to convince Frank." "Itâs not as easy," said Anthony.
Charmine thought of Frank's personality and frowned. "We have to think harder to find a way to convince him." "Yeah." Anthony hugged her and squinted, watching as the sun rose to the skies.
Anthony received a call from Jenny that afternoon. "Mr. Bailey, have you made up your mind?"
Anthony's eyes turned cold. "Didn't you say three days?" "I gave you three days to consider," said Jenny, "though I don't think Frank can wait that long. After all, this is a brain tumor, and one minute of delay means one more minute of dangling in danger."
Most importantly, she was waiting for his brain to experiment on. The thought of having the brain of a genius like Anthony to experiment on was exciting!
Anthony pursed his lips. "I'll reply to you in three days." "Okay. If you've decided to let him receive the treatment, I hope you hurry up. The patient canât wait."
Anthony hung up and clenched his grip on the phone tightly with a complex look.
After lunch, Anthony accompanied Charmine to practice up in the mountain as Frank still suffered from complications.
With Anthony by her side, Charmine managed to calm down.
She was focused on practicing, deeply concentrated as she grew accustomed.
Her brush danced as more butterflies came her way. Even when her brush landed on the paper, the butterflies no longer flew away in fear. In fact, more gathered around the paper she wrote on.